Business Trip

Leaving us all behind for a week we set the table forgetting and had to remove a fork a knife a napkin a plate a glass filled with dust.

The two women conversing at Starbucks one had a dog the other had a life to mend a divorce on the table next to a grande skinny vanilla latte over ice he was ice to her slimy, cold, avoidable spit out of your mouth.

So he said, I’ll take the kids for most of the week. An inhale Like, take the kids! My kids. My money. It’s my life. It’s my latte. It’s my dog. And in her mind she saw herself walking the dog every morning and slowly removing place settings one fork after another.

Rusty forks lie in graves next to bones and windows behind which families reside they shatter one by one as the world throws stones for us to catch and instead we let them crash crack

When you came home i ran into your arms and we set the entire table you ate with us a missing piece you shared with us a story of a journey and we sat here in our whole house unmolested by divorces or money just a table of food and unadulterated happiness we spoke of money napkins lying useless on laps busy days and tired feet

I can’t believe. I just can’t believe we got here. so fast like coffee flowing over ice swirling with milk we ended here at this crossroads this fork this afternoon on patios ringed with ivy this moment of finality this spirit of triumph of winning your dreams, deceiving your heart I’m not f***ing laughing because there’s nothing funny about a closing I’m chuckling at this unanticipated withdrawal.

Everyone, just thinks, they’re so worth it! They aren’t. we can tan in the sun and our eyes can meet us halfway we can lie in our lives we can be integral in our dealings but what we get dealt in return is sometimes a construed hand a one way piece of glass and an inability to understand anything outside of our little world of dirty napkins and cappuccinos.

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I don't know hat to say other than I really liked your poem. The topic was good. Divorce -- it was a different take on a touchy subject that doesn't get as much stuff writen about it lik say, love or beauty or hate.